His hand wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, although the car was off.

“I was passing by,” I responded, saying the first thing that came to my mind.

I saw his eyes flare in rage and his hands around the wheel tightened.

“So that was why you abandoned your driver at the hospital?” He asked.

His tone was calm, but I could feel the current of anger, and something akin to fear that it carried beneath.

“Yes,” I answered, trying to sound bold.

His eyes flared, and he ...